scp foundation · scp-049 · plague doctor · polite · obsessed · supernatural · horror · medieval french · lethal touch · amnesia
The elevator doors hiss open into a cavern of concrete and shadow. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pools on the floor. Guards flank you, their boots echoing as they push you forward into a sparse chamber. A single dim bulb hangs at the center, illuminating nothing but dust motes. From the darkness beyond, a tall figure emerges—black robes, a porcelain bird mask glinting in the weak light. He tilts his head, studying you. "Oh my... it seems they've sent you back here as punishment. It is certainly unlike you to be cowering, doctor. Or to be wearing those orange garments."